[A/N: This is the second chapter that comes to you by the good graces of Alex Martz on Patreon, @Drthrottlejr on Discord.]

  [A/N: There are a bunch of important notes at the end of the chapter.]

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  "FUS RO!"

  These words that turn the voice into raw power, pushing aside anything or anyone who stands in its path.

  They were not the complete shout, they missed the last word ’Dah’ which meant Push.

  ’Fus’ means ’Force’, ’Ro’ means ’Balance’.

  The three words altogether would unleash a mighty force that would push away anything and anyone like a blast.

  Yet, Jon only used the first two words for two reasons.

  The first reason is, the first two words are enough. The might of the three words together in real life is too much different than what was in the game.

  The first word can push an adult man across a room, the second will send him flying for a short distance, yet the third word may actually kill a man, the third word itself carried much more power than all the other two words that it would send a man flying like a ragdoll and might break his body or cause him to hit something really hard, it shouldn’t really kill a man if only he was lucky enough or strong enough.

  The second reason was that Jon couldn’t master the third word yet, he could comprehend the words of power because he saw them and he could understand their meaning due to the experience of playing the game, he knew all the shouts from the game yet mastering only two words in one year was his limit, even the hero of the game could master only one word per fulfilling a certain condition.

  These were his reasons for not using ’Dah’, he couldn’t and if he could he may have killed these opponents.

  The power was unleashed from Jon who was only three meters away from his opponents, this distance was enough for him to devastate them from this distance.

  Jolma was the closest to the shout and she was being pushed away with its power, Holman was just beside her fending against Jon’s fire atronach, he was completely exposed from his side and was caught off-guard too.

  Rusning who just blasted Battle-Born away could see what was happening yet he couldn’t go anywhere, his power was depleted and was staggering even before the shout could reach him.

  On the spectators’ side, Skadi, Bjorna and Svidi were screaming alongside the other spectators.

  Around the arena, the mages who were maintaining the ward barrier couldn’t just leave the barrier and run, all they could do was to close their eyes and crawl ready for impact.

  The participants’ seats were no better, Jon was facing them so they felt like the shout was actually heading for them and starting jumping away.

  The VIP area, as usual, suffered the most. Elisif was completely on Torygg’s lap. Idgrod, for the first time around people, looked surprised. Ulfric stood, rushed and stood at the rail ahead of the VIP area holding onto it. The other Jarls suffered again from the same damn youth who always made their hearts jump yet this time was the hardest surprise.

  This was just too absurd, most of the people heard the legends about the words of power, the Voice, the Thu’um, the ancient language of the dragons, few people understand that power, fewer witnessed it, it was noted that last time the Thu’um was used in battle was at 4E-176 at the Forsworn rebellion when the city of Markarth fell to the natives of the reach, at that time, Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak led a band of Nord warriors and retook the city from the natives, this happened during the Great War.

  The man himself was present and witnessed the shout of Jon being performed in front of him, he was the only Voice Master known under High Hrothgar, but now, there are two.

  The time that stopped in the minds of many people started to flow again and the results of the shout were vividly seen.

  Jolma and Holman were flying back, Rusning was a bit away from the center of the force unleashed so he only fell hard on the ground and rolled back. As Jolma and Holman fell down, the force wave continued to advance and hit the barrier, dispelling a part of it and sending the mages to their knees, then the wave was depressed after its power was depleted.

  Team Aracana Wisdom which was finally starting to take advantage in battle with the heavy price of two of its members, was devastated beyond recovering.

  Jolma and Holman were on the ground unconscious, Rusning whose power was depleted due to physical and magical exhaustion was still conscious but was panting for breath.

  On the other side, Battle-Born was eliminated, Wulfur was not able to move due to strong frost damage, and Jon was sitting on the ground while panting from exhaustion. All the atronachs were dispelled.

  The judge was not planning to enter anytime soon but few brave healers ran in to check on the unconscious and ran out carrying them.

  "That…… was…… crazy……" Rusning said was panting and moving his body, he could stand in a staggering pose.

  "This…… was…… really…… good……" He said, he took and deep breath and looked at Jon, "I am not done yet, a mage is always prepared."

  As he finished saying that he took out few papers from his robe, Jon’s eyes shrunk, these were scrolls and he could barely stand up now.

  Scrolls are magical documents that can be used to cast spells. Anyone can use a scroll, regardless of magic skill, and casting a scroll does not use any Magicka. However, each scroll can only be used once.

  Now, Rusning was having four scrolls in his hands, he took one and opened it with hand speed and skill then fire could be seen on his hand, he did that then cast the spell all in one second.

  A ball of fire flew toward Jon which appeared to be a ’Fireball’ spell, it flew with speed at Jon who was defenseless at this moment, he tried to call his ’Quadrant Ward’ yet it takes time to switch between spells.

  Jon’s eyes were on the fast spell that was about to hit him the next second.

  Suddenly a shadow covered him, a shadow so big that it covered all the light of day that fell on him.

  This was Jon’s number one partner in crime and his right-hand man, Wulfur, making his coolest entrance ever.

  He stood in front of Jon then positioned his large shield the ’High Dam’ and with it, he took the spell head-on.

  The explosion could be heard and Wulfur shouted from the power carried by it, he looked at Jon and shouted "I can take this ba***rd for a couple more times, hurry up and finish him."

  Jon was in a daze from what he saw yet he got himself together and cast a spell he could cast in his state towards the sky, a specter bird flew from it as the second impact arrived, Wulfur shouted from the pain again.

  Rusning was no polite to the friends of yesterday at all, he could see Jon running out from the cover of the shield and aimed the third ’Fireball’ at him.

  A large blast occurred as it seemed that Rusning added some of his last Magicka to empower the spell, he was waiting to see the result.

  Wulfur was blasted away by the spell and fell unconscious to the side.

  Through the fire of the explosion, a figure jumped making his arm into X shape to protect his face, his eyes were as that of a wild beast that was unleashed at a prey and his smile was wide and full of madness.

  Now the confrontation was only between Jon and Rusning.

  Jon started running right in a straight line towards Rusning not thinking of dodging anything, Rusning was readying himself to fire the last scroll right at the madly advancing Jon.

  It was the last hit of the match, Jon was using his body as the last resort he can use right now, the after effect of using the Thu’um was making it hard for his mind to control his Magicka or make another spell. On the other hand, Rusning was firing his last bullet at the opponent who was advancing.

  Rusning and Jon were smiling from the thrill, Rusning shouted, "Haha! Come at me!"

  He was about to fire his spell directly at Jon, Jon was not showing any sign of defending as if he would run through it.

  The spell was just about to leave from Rusning hand at the closest distance he can afford to not harm himself, yet something happened.

  A bird! No, a spectral falcon appeared from the side of Rusning and caught his stretched hand that was about to shoot the spell and pulled it away, the spell was fired yet to complete a different direction from where it should be aimed at.

  Hitting the spectral falcon with his other hand Rusning saw something not too good for him.

  Jon was already two meters ahead of him and was flying.

  Jon a few seconds ago controlled the familiar her conjured behind Wulfur while charging at Rusning and disturbed the scroll he was about to cast.

  Jon reached a good point jumped with two legs and rotated himself midair, his legs were facing Rusning and were ready to kick.

  He let himself get closer and kicked with all his might at Rusning.

  Even though Rusning was a Nord and had a strong body, he was a mage who didn’t train physically that much, as he received the kick he was launched away by it.

  Both boys fell with no strength after the last exchange, they officially arrived at their limit.

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  The people were standing on.

  The VIPs were standing.

  The Judge didn’t really want to go in the arena but he was glared at by everyone.

  The three boys on the arena were lying down and not moving.

  The judge ran in with healers behind him.

  The nearest one was Wulfur, the judge checked on him and signaled that he was unconscious.

  Next was Rusning who was lying on his front and Jon who was lying on his back.

  The judge reached Rusning and signaled he was unconscious.

  Team White Wolves fans cheered yet the team was not out of the woods yet.

  The judge headed to Jon, if Jon was unconscious then this match may end as a draw, this will break the hearts of many fans.

  The judge reached Jon and was about to check on him, suddenly Jon who was lying on his back raised his upper half in a sat while looking around.

  The judge was frightened and screamed in an embarrassing voice.

  Jon and the healers looked at the man with strange eyes.

  The judge made and ’Ehem!’ and looked at Viarmo and signaled.

  Viarmo cleared his throat and said, "I hereby declare team ’White Wolves’ the victors of this match."

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  [A/N: First thing, thank you guys for the amazing support you have shown.

  Second, It’s about the name of the novel, I feel that it’s not attraction people or the competition started becoming much more heated with the other novels, last week we were on the top 20 now we are not, It really is important for me and I want more people to get attracted to it, I know my nameing skill is horrible, I am an author who uses name genereator after all…… So, I was thinking of renaming the novel, something that can make people more attracted to it not just as a fanfiction they mostly are not familiar with but as something that make thier eyes shine once they see it, something with the word ’Dragonborn’ would be good so I’ll ask both suggestions here and on discord.

  Last thing it is about a suggestion I recived on Discord, we have an image section that we post imaginary stuff about the novel such as how the character look like and that. Now I think if any of the readers has any good drawing skill they can draw us something like the Legendry Axe that jon sketched at chapter 13. we want to start with that! it will make the novel much more fun and will give the people incpiration about how active and friendly we are on this novel.

  Thank you, remain supportive, and hail lord Dragonborn.]